Bad Behavior Novel Novels & Stories

I reach my locker put my pin and open taking out my journal and heading to class. In California, people were friendly and nice but here, everyone looks at you like you stole their fucking boyfriend. No one's gonna fucking walk over me because I ain't no door mat. "Oof", I say crashing to the ground. "Aww, does Lucy need help getting off the floor" Natasha sneered along with her twin bimbos, Cassie and Claire. Cassie and I were best friends when I arrived, she was nice and sweet, unlike this monster Natasha has turned her into.

There are too many grey areas and most times, we are stuck in them. Sooo, be kinder with your judgment about my characters and the people around you. PS: This is not taking away from what Gracie said: Going through bad stuff doesn’t give you the right to be mean to others. Ben represents all the males that have been sexually assaulted and could never speak up. Gracie represents the females (all of us) with our insecurities. It’s okay to be a crybaby sometimes. Thank you for reading, for sticking with me through the chapters scarcity and inconsistencies and grammar errors. Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories.

“Aren’t you going to sleep yet?” Calvin leaned against the pillow, patting the edge of the bed. “Sit down first. Stay with me and read for a while.” What the hell was he reading? Did he even have time for that? Adriana looked at the cover. It was an English edition of And Then There Were None. Was he afraid his dreams wouldn’t be scary enough? “Reading such a mind-bending book before bed will disturb your sleep and give you nightmares.” Calvin had casually pulled the book off the shelf, only to find it was a British detective novel. But he didn’t feel like looking for another one, so he simply started reading. “Compared to insomnia, having nightmares is actually a good thing.”

The engine soon comes to life and roars as I stand at the sideline, twisting my fingers into knots. I lost my glasses and some of my books back in the store room, and without my glasses, everything is a blur to me. Yes, I may be an Omega, but I am a near-sighted Omega without a wolf. Come to think of it, I am the only near-sighted Omega without a wolf. And that is why I am constantly being picked upon. I am but a scrouge and weakling in everyone’s eyes. Blake’s included. “What are you doing standing there?”

Belle’s POV The bedroom door creaked open slowly. Not naturally. Not from wind. From pressure. Something pushing it. My entire body locked instantly. The notebook slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a soft thud, but the sound felt distant now. Everything felt distant except the door. The darkness beyond it. And the shape standing inside it. Tall. Still. Wrong. Not wrong in the way monsters in movies looked wrong. Worse. Subtle wrongness.

But if things went wrong—and knowing my luck, something would—I didn’t want to pull them into the trouble that would follow. My gaze fell on the trashy romance novel sitting on the front seat. It was objectively terrible; bad grammar, weak plotting, and things happened far too easily for the heroine. I’d devoured it in a single night. It was trash, but it was delicious trash. The heroine had auctioned off her virginity to the mafia to pay for her father’s debts and ended up being ‘oversold’ to three brooding Alphas all vying for her attention and favors.

I sat down completely unbothered as they scrambled. Looking at him from the corner of my eyes, Hayes had a relaxed look on his face as he sat packing his books leisurely yet the air around him screamed 'do not get near'. As the class quietened,I got up abruptly,picking up my books sitting on the countertop.I picked up my bag too,not bothering to put my books inside and slung it over my shoulders. I wanted to get out before I was left with him alone because I did not trust myself to behave well in his presence.He made want to do crazy things.One look from his eyes and I would agree to anything and everything.

As hesitation spread, Isla burst into mocking laughter. "You? From the National Research Bureau? Don't make me laugh. Everyone knows Bureau members never step outside without their own security detail. If you're going to lie, at least come up with a decent story." Her words shattered the fragile pause. The crowd's fear dissolved, replaced with cruelty. One by one, palms cracked against my face. Each blow came with mumbled excuses. "Forgive me. I just want to survive. Blame yourself for offending the wrong people." "You shouldn't have meddled. You're powerless and alone. Why did you have to act all righteous?"

I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel. Not only had this guy hidden his identity as a wealthy heir because he liked the poor heroine, but he had also willingly let her use his money to play the rich girl while chasing the college heartthrob, Matt Calloway. Back when I was the hero of the power-fantasy story, brainless plots were one thing. But did trashy romance novels not require logic either? As I trashed the plot in my mind, a crisp female voice cut through my thoughts. "Jacob?"

—Why are you doing this Clara? —You're still asking, you're a fool Henry, I don't know where the cute boy I fell in love with in college went, this beast in front of me is not Henry Morel, the womanizing boy I met, but who never treated me. bad, that one no longer exists —I am willing to accept that I did things wrong, that I am the villain in this story, but when you tell the entire novel, don't forget to tell the chapter in which you made me what I am, you are not innocent Clara